Really Funny Stories Novels & Stories

Hugging her, he coaxed, "Alright, I'll stop teasing you. I'll tell you a real joke. One day, an elephant stepped on an ant hill. "The ants were furious and swarmed out of their home, planning to kill the elephant. They crawled toward the elephant's leg, but the elephant shook its leg, and the ants all fell to the ground. "Only one ant successfully climbed up to the elephant's neck. The other ants cheered. They shouted at the ant, 'Great work! You're the best! Strangle it! Strangle it! Strangle it!' "Encouraged by their high spirits, the ant thought that it could strangle the elephant for real. But after searching around the elephant's neck, it turned back to look at its tiny friends on the g

Lenox pov Okay, so I didn’t get to see chihuahua faes attack the moron, but that doesn’t mean I won’t find some other way to have some fun around this guy. So far, the best I could think of is telling scary stories, and what’s even better is that this dude inhales each word like it’s true. “No! You can’t be serious!” He gasps, adding a step to his stride to keep up with me.

“I can just send the pictures directly to your DM.” I yanked his phone from him for the second time today. “Posted,” I said to him. “Naughty girl." he bopped my nose with his fingers. “Well, you can't do without this naughty girl.” I laughed. “I am very happy that we are back together as friends.” “I am happy too. Let us gist. I am bored." “Gossiper!” “It is not gossip. it is gisting. They are two different things.” I hissed. He laughed. God! He looks very handsome when he laughs. I took a moment to register how he looks when laughing in my mind.

What do you say? Even though I hate exercises, damn it's really exhausting. But it's a different thing that the whole day I sit here in the cafe and laugh, make weird expressions, sometimes talk in different voices or maybe embarrassing sounds I create. But it's a total fun not boring, and exhaustion is common in every work so it's your choice what you want to do, the thing which is boring and a kind of headache for you or the thing that makes you feel better, something amusing that you yearn to do. And I yearn to narrate the greatest story of that 'His.'

"Pregnancy has become disadvantage to you, Kitcat...I bet he'll tell you the grass is too green for you to step outside tomorrow." "Shut up, Liam. I'm not trying to make jokes." "And see...your pregnancy has become a disadvantage to me too...look at him snapping at me because of a fetus." "I'd advise you to shut your mouth, Liam...his face is getting red, it's about to swell...he's transforming into..." "Angry bird!" Liam and Fredd bursted out into hysterical laughing at their apparently funny joke...but Zillon didn't seem to find it funny, he was as serious as judge. "F*cking idiots..."

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

He looked confusedly at me “Wait…no way you think you think you’re a god, “ I said to be sure he wasn’t serious And if he was then this man might need some professional help with his ego “I’m kidding “ he laughed while I just started at him blankly “Oh come on. You have to admit that was good “ he nudged me “ you’ve only told a good joke once , hopefully that could increase “ I rolled my eyes “That’s a lie. I’m a naturally funny person, I’m good at telling jokes “ he argued “Yeah, bad jokes “ I sassed and he laughed “See that’s how to be funny. Not by telling weird, scary or just totally off….” I rambled “ yeah, blah blah blah. Just shut the fuck up and kiss me “ he cut me off, tightening hi

The night rolled on in a blur of laughing, teasing and ridiculous stories. They roasted Samira for the time she tripped during a big corporate event. Tasha told a story about accidentally emailing a love confession to the whole company. Devin swore up and down he saw a ghost in the break room once. Then Theo talked about the time Samira accidentally sent a draft ad with a massive typo to the entire executive board ("Best Crapper Rates!" instead of "Best Career Rates!"). Samira turned beet red, and she covered her face with her hands while everyone howled with laughter.

We sat down at a small table by the window, and as we sipped our coffee, Derek started telling a hilarious story about a mishap that had occurred in the office the day before. "So, I was trying to fix the copier," he said, his eyes shining with amusement, "and I ended up getting my tie caught in the machine. I mean, it was stuck, and I was trying to pull it out, but it just kept getting tighter and tighter..." I giggled, feeling a sense of joy and lightheartedness that I hadn't experienced in a long time. "Oh no, what did you do?" I asked, my eyes wide with curiosity.